[Perhaps it was the unseen influence ShinRa had left on both men. Perhaps it was a similarity Vincent had seen in Lucrecia, at times--so dedicated to her work above all else. Perhaps it was simply the power of observation and intelligence.
Vincent understood that unspoken question very well. Understood the dedication that drove the other man. Before he had turned into the nightmare they were seeking, he had heard others speak, checked records himself. Quite a thing to be seeing himself, and Vincent understood all of as he studied the other man.
Glancing over at the other runner, another hero? She seemed so young, and he doubted the military here would allow one that young to enlist. Nor did she seem to have the temperament.]
Perhaps a compromise then, sir.
[Respectful, once again treating Sephiroth as if he were Veld. As if Vincent were reporting in, dealing with his fellows and superior in the Turks. Voice still low, pitched only enough for Sephiroth and the other hero to hear.]
Sit, let us bring you something to eat, and eat it while planning. One can go a while without food, or sleep, but not both. Consider it a form of multitasking.
[There might've been a small smirk on his face, seen at the corner of his mouth, with the last statement. Not a true break, not as good as any of them--especially Sephiroth--needed. But enough to sit, to not be quite as on point, while still available.
Once more giving his attention to his companion Hero-messenger.]
Re: July 30th
Vincent understood that unspoken question very well. Understood the dedication that drove the other man. Before he had turned into the nightmare they were seeking, he had heard others speak, checked records himself. Quite a thing to be seeing himself, and Vincent understood all of as he studied the other man.
Glancing over at the other runner, another hero? She seemed so young, and he doubted the military here would allow one that young to enlist. Nor did she seem to have the temperament.]
Perhaps a compromise then, sir.
[Respectful, once again treating Sephiroth as if he were Veld. As if Vincent were reporting in, dealing with his fellows and superior in the Turks. Voice still low, pitched only enough for Sephiroth and the other hero to hear.]
Sit, let us bring you something to eat, and eat it while planning. One can go a while without food, or sleep, but not both. Consider it a form of multitasking.
[There might've been a small smirk on his face, seen at the corner of his mouth, with the last statement. Not a true break, not as good as any of them--especially Sephiroth--needed. But enough to sit, to not be quite as on point, while still available.
Once more giving his attention to his companion Hero-messenger.]
My name is Vincent.